Psalms 35:14-17

¹⁴As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.

¹⁵And — in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;

¹⁶With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

¹⁷Lord, how long dost thou behold? Keep back my soul from their desolations, From young lions my only one.